He stares at her desk rather than making eye contact as he gathers his words.

"I was under contract with a Fae Lord at his casino, the Golden Wheel for...I do not even know how long, but there were over three hundred years left of my debt when he sold or traded my contract to Aster. Unlike my previous owner, Aster did not allow for gambling to attempt to earn my freedom." The house always wins, though. How much more debt was accrued that way? He doesn't like to think of it.